Chapter Thirty Five

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                  Green. Red. Yellow Lights. Darkness surrounding me. I can't find anyone. I just hear an angry voice calling for revenge. It sounds like Voldemort but I'm not sure.. I'm surrounded by a dark mist and finally I see that it's my father calling my name. Desperately, I run towards his arms. He embraces me tightly and tears begin tracing my face as I explain my fears and worries and hardships to him.

"My dear child, you needn't fear anymore, I'm right here," my father comforted. His hand rubbing my back. I held him tighter in my grasp and whimpered.

"I'm scared dad," I say but it isn't my voice. The voice belongs to a younger me - a child and I suddenly realize that I am little me. He starts to stroke my toddler head but I come to see that my father is no longer comforting me. The hand that is patting me feels cold and bony, I gaze above me to see that the man that has replaced my father was none other but Voldemort. I try to escape from his hold on me but his grip is too tight, like a snake wraps around its prey.  His slit eyes pour into mine and I feel myself changing. I realize that I turned into Voldemort. My voice is even his, my words are his, everything about me is now his! I thrash, scream and cry to get away but Voldemort won't stop looking and I won't stop turning.

             Sitting up right in my bed I immediately grab some parchment, a quill and shakily write down my nightmare that seemed so real. I could never really remember my reoccurring nightmare but tonight was different because I did remember and I didn't want to forget, though at the time it didn't seem like I would forget but I always did. As I wrote down the terrorizing flashes, my body shivered against the cold and the memory of the nightmare. I figured going on a midnight walk would help clear my head. After I finished writing everything down I grabbed a blanket, cloaked it around my body and walked through my classroom  and out into the chilling halls.

"Lumos," I murmured and a glow of light spurted out of my wand. I kept the light out of the sleeping art faces' and listened to all the sleeping pictures. I loved the feeling of the cold cobblestone beneath my feet. I ventured to the Great Hall and let the moon engulf me in its natural light. I took my wand and turned the light off and sat my body on the floor, with my thoughts running all around my head. Soon I felt my eyes closing, which was a sign that I needed to go back to bed. I quickly glided up the stairs and jumped in my bed.



"So, how did this all start?" Horace asked me with controlled eagerness. He handed me the sleeping potion as I thought about where to begin.

"It all depends on where you want to start, Horace," I responded.

"How about if we start at your earliest memory," he mused, quill at the ready. Well my earliest memory was with my grandparents but I recalled  certain flashes of my mother's death, which is what he really wanted.

"My earliest memory is dark, it's stormy, my mother she took me from my bed in the middle of the night and hid me in my brother's closest. She told me to keep quiet, then she picked up my brother and started to mutter certain things. After that Voldemort came in killed my mother in front of me - tried to kill my brother but as everyone knows, it didn't work. I couldn't move and after a long time another man came into my brother's room and I thought that he planned to finish the job so I began to cry. He heard me and opened the closet door. I noticed that he had tears streaming  down his own face, he asked me my name and I told him, he told me that his name was Severus Snape. I remember him carrying me out of my mother's house."

"Incredible... Simply incredible..." Thus the documentation my story began, everyday Horace Slughorn would come by and ask me questions about my childhood and I would answer them.



SO SORRY  This chapter was super short! This is the LAST chapter, (well there's an epilogue after this) but I can't even begin to tell you all how thankful I am for all your comments,  reads, votes and I hope that you will read my stories!!! 

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